In my mute moments
My mind left me alone, went away
As my beady eyes stared lifeless
A thousand notes in my mind played,
A million miles away I smiled
In this world of logic and graphs
Found my pc more rife than my boss
My fingers molded origami
My thoughts, of a beautiful bird
In the lifeless paper it came alive
Was my world mine alone
Or did my teacher own it too.
Was I the only one to roam?
Or did my boss’s dreams have colors too.
In my childish ways, I thought
My innocent vagaries I treasured
The games I played, the muse I had
I sold them all, trade was my soul
In prisons of innocence
In was civilized , out of my joy
To a bunch of framed papers I mortgaged
All the happiness of my little world
When the carrots no longer dangles
The dumbest of mules is enlightened
I sold all my world away
Only to be in this corporate
As a suited castaway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Or did my teacher own it too. Was I the only one to roam? ................Are our thoughts our or borrow from the others............Great Write...............